Lydia's POV

　　I am incredibly sensitive to every sensation that is happening around me. They put a rug on my head midway reaching to the spot, where the cars have halted. I'm bound with ropes all around my body, restricting every movement I can make.

　　"Keep moving, woman." The guard, with a gruff voice, commands, nudging me forward by my shoulder.

　　I breathe out heavily, clutching my eyes shut as the excess tear drops roll down my cheeks. I don't know ...